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Chapters: 10/13 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso, OC: Dr. Calvin Black Additional Tags: Tyreen Calypso POV, Troy Calypso POV, Troyreen, dramady, relationship drama, Consensual Adult Incest, Twincest, the OC is not for romantic purposes, graphic medical content, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Squick, Childhood Trauma, references to pregnancy complications and loss, Tyreen being Tyreen, but they do actually work on their problems, Toilet humor, mild drug use, Chickens, mono no aware, Yes Really, Pre-Canon, Pre-CoV, PIV Sex, Period Sex, Squirting, Female Masturbation, Tyreen fantasizing about another woman, oh and, cream pies, you can blame Wat_Are_Dis for the cream pies, and a large portion of the Troyreen fandom for the twins', Pregnancy Kink, you people are wonderful, and it's my pleasure to bake you bread Summary:

Now that everything's done going to hell, the Calypso Twins try to heal and sort themselves out. No, it doesn't go according to either of their plans.

Direct sequel to Satellite, but that story gets summarized within the first two pages.

Updated 6/1/2021: Now with more smut! And odd, sideways discussions about bother twins' sexualities. I'm hoping to have the whole finale up next Tuesday, but we'll see.

NSFW

Umm, happy Pride month! Since I guess this is how I explain to the audience that Grimeverse Tyreen is not exactly heterosxual.  Also got into Troy’s big kink a bit with this one to the point I had to update the tags.  

The finale is a hecking doozie, BTW.  And after that... oh, after that!

I have no intention of stopping anytime soon with the twins’ content, let me just say so right now.

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Wolf in wolf’s clothing

Gift fic for the lovely @artisthicc-nikyri​ of her oc’s Ari and Jameson, and her Troy!

Make sure to check out her art blog for more of her amazing shit

Jameson had been right.

This was so much easier than working in the kitchens...

Ari snorted to herself smugly as she popped another piece of hard candy into her mouth, lazily eying the slow crawl of the progress bar on her monitor as the file continued to render.

This was a piece of cake, this was so chilled out in comparison.

She’d thought at first it would have been terrifying, that working in such close proximity with the God King would have been even worse than dealing with the head cooks, but man, she’d had nothing to worry about in retrospect. A whole month now since she’d joined the editing team, and she’d not seen Troy once.

The other editors in his media team had filled her in, and it seemed for all J insisted God King Calypso was a “Pretty normal person under all the bullshit”, he was an enigma to work for. Fair, but weird. Quiet, but frightening. If you handed in your projects on time and didn’t get in his way? The job was piss as long as you had the skills he wanted. Safe lodgings within the main COV compound, food and medical care, and a position in the God King’s own media team was something followers would tear each other’s faces off for, and did according to the footage she was currently working on.

If you didn’t pull your weight though?

Well.

They’d not gone into details, but made clear through hushed warnings that she really should make sure she didn’t fuck this up.

Bobbing her head in time to the music thrumming through her earphones, she slid further into the huge custom chair, pulling her knees up to her chest with a shiver in the cool dark of the editing room. It was always cold in here she’d found, aircon set to suck the heat out of the machines and consoles that lined the rows of editing desks in the dim glow of the sleep mode displays, while Calypso’s throne-like personal station flickered data across the wall of monitors it faced that she’d yet to actually see him use. Helios had been so pompous and insufferably showy when it came to displays of wealth, but even living on the station for years with J before they ended up on Pandora, she’d never had access to tech or setups like this before. “The God Twins provide” really did have credence when you worked directly under them. Everything from the top end rigs to the leather high-backed editing chairs stamped with Troy’s emblem felt like it cost more than she’d ever earn, a sad reality she considered while running her thumb along the bottom row of keys on her backlit keyboard.

Ariana Serino shone at her from the custom board’s base, pulsing red light against matte black just like everything else in the room. For someone who was literally never here, Troy clearly had a tight grip on the department’s aesthetic.

She had hated the kitchens, she really had.

The head cooks were egotistical shitheads with superiority complexes who like so many of the Twins’s followers, saw any step up in authority as somehow being closer to their Gods. They knew she was like a sister to Jameson, and they knew how close Jameson was to Father Troy. It had painted a target on her she’d rather have avoided, and they had never, once, gotten off her damn back.

ANYTHING they could berate her over had been used against her, anything to make them feel like they were better than her. Better than someone so close to the King’s Pastor.

J knew, he’d seen how tired she had been, how stressed. It had been him that had gotten her this sweet gig, and she’d made sure to work her ass off for the last month straight. No one seemed to have actually noticed, but then again, no one was screaming abuse at her either, so she must be doing a good enough job. Troy didn’t come across as the sort of boss to hold back in letting her know if she wasn’t.

Checking in on her next task with a quick click on the flashing mail icon on her screen, she sighed and rolled her stiff shoulders with a stretch, tapping the keybinds to begin the asset download as she scanned the mail contents. _ _

“Let’s Flay 22.12.NL, due scheduling & upload 48 hours fn.

Focus on clip 4, 7, & 11, Ty closeups, keyframes 4-gore use @ clip 1-2. Get that shit visceral.

GKT” _ _

She’d certainly not had any negative feedback from the God King at least, then again, she’d not had any words from him bar these shorthand communications, and they seemed identical to the ones he sent to the full editing group. She’d wondered more than once how much he actually knew about her based on what Jameson had told him in order to get her this position, or, if he actually even knew about her at all.

J loved to gloat to her about all the effort he’d had to labor over to get her in, all the late night convincing and grandiose bullshitting he’d done in her favor to the God King’s ear, wheedling her into the editing team like his own personal project, but honestly? She was pretty sure Troy didn’t even know her name, let alone much else. She was a symbol on his mailing list, a faceless employee to pump out fuel for the COV media machine at his behest, and being so unimportant had some sweet benefits.

Ones like the 3am flashing on the wall clock facing her across the room, neon numbers burning red through the inky darkness.

Mannn, she thought with a smirk as she checked the open messenger app on screen. She’d had such a good lay in today…

Not being important meant no one actually cared when she showed up for her shift. She’d realised last week after oversleeping and arriving hours late in a panic, then not having anyone so much as bat an eye. Shifts here didn’t seem to actually matter. They had assigned ones, but people just seemed to really come and go as they pleased. Long as they clocked in the required amount of hours and sent on their completed tasks, there apparently wasn’t any consequences, and that suited her perfectly.

She could sleep as late in the day as she wanted, drag her ass out of bed and to her desk, and work away till the early AM hours. A nice empty editing studio with no distractions, no colleagues to deal with, and no J pinging her 40 times an hour with silly chatter, she confirmed as she checked the empty notifications in the chat app. He must be asleep, it was literally the only time the guy shut up, not that she’d change that for the world. Jameson filled the sad silences of Ari’s life with infectious positivity. She owed him so much…

The sudden flash of fluorescent light as the room’s door swung open startled her out of her thoughts, and immediately into habits formed a decade ago on Eden-6. She froze, silent, heart slowing as her eyes narrowed and then shifted smoothly towards the danger on the other side of the room as she heard the door slam shut.

Padded, heavy footsteps marked someone’s approach along the side of the low walled editing desk rows, and she sunk lower into the darkness of her cubicle, flattening her silhouette like dad had taught her years ago as she slid the headphones down around her neck. Stay low. Stay quiet. Listen closely. Don’t move. It won’t see you. You won’t be eaten.

She felt her heart skip a beat as the shadow appeared before the predator, the dim lights of the editing room just enough to cast it on the floor as they approached, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she for a moment recognised the narrow height of the shape prowling towards her row. Jameson. Thank God, for a second she’d thought…

No, not Jameson. It was still coming, and the silhouette was only getting larger. Jameson wasn’t this tall. Jameson wasn’t this graceful. She’d convinced herself for a moment that she was safe, but she wasn’t.

Ariana felt her bones turn to ice as the harsh light of the data flickering across the throne’s monitors revealed the towering outline of God King Troy.

He shifted slowly, back turning towards her as he faced his desk, unaware of the woman watching him from under the gaps of her monitors.

He looked.. tired? Smaller, softer. Not exactly as terrifying as she had prepared herself for, not as imposing in a loose sweater and low set glasses as he was in raised collars and draped fur. He was still very clearly Father Troy, but like he’d shucked off a heavy costume after a long day. Neater, less makeup, hair looser and not as spiked. No chains or accessories hanging from his belt, just his slacks and a rolled up sweater sleeve his massive prosthetic was connecting to its socket through.

She trembled nervously as he stiffly lowered his weight into the hulking chair in front of her, settling the cup of coffee he’d been carrying down next to his flesh arm as he deftly hit keys with the cybernetic fingers of his right and began to pull up files across the monitors flashing to life in front of him.

He had no idea she was here Ari realised, beginning to calm as the scent of his coffee filed the room alongside the quick tapping of his mismatched fingers across keys. What was she meant to do…?

He clearly thought he was alone here. She’d never heard of the God King looking like this, the twins were always pristine in their curated appearances when around others. Grunge psycho-chic or draped in gold and jewels, but never average. The idea of Troy looking relatively normal like this? It felt like she shouldn’t be seeing it at all. It felt private. She pressed her palms harder against the flat of her desk and eyed the distance between the curve of his shoulders and the entry doorway she was considering bolting through.

“Shit” she hissed through gritted teeth. He’d catch her, he’d either see her from the corner of his eye or hear the automated door as it opened for her, she was running out of options. If he caught her trying to sneak out, he’d probably be even angrier, right? He’d prefer if she just broke the silence and apologised for interrupting him, she decided as she swallowed the nervous lump insisting on tightening her throat. J said he liked it when people were honest. He liked it when people didn’t bullshit him, and J knew Troy. She should just.. greet him. Dad used to say it was better to face a Tyrant head first than die with its teeth in your back when you tried to run, right?

She slowly straightened, lifting her chest off the desk and leaning silently back into her seat as she carefully tucked her hair behind her ears and flattened out her tank. Wide eyes not leaving the back of his head as he hunched over his station while she began to pump herself up.

You got this Ariana. You’ve faced bigger fangs than this asshole has, he’s just a man. He can be reasonable, just say something.

She breathed out slowly, steadying her lungs before breaking the silence.

“Forgive me your majesty, I didn’t know y-”

She startled out of her sentence as he whipped round to face her, unprepared for the violent speed of his reaction as he rose out his seat.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE??” Troy bellowed over her quiet greeting, and her brain stalled in trying to respond as he stormed towards her desk.

“I.. I.. I’m just.. working some overtime, Father Troy, catching up on som - Ah!”

She flinched as he yanked the mouse out of her hand, ice cold metal digits tearing it out of her fingers and onto the desk in front of him, expertly pulling up her activity monitor script over the chat window where Jameson’s afk profile pic still flashed.

“Overtime? Fucking bullshit.” he growled, flashing gold capped teeth as he sneered inches from her face. “LOOK.”

She cleared her throat quietly, cowering under his looming torso as she snapped her eyes to the onscreen log he was referring to.

“You clocked in 3 hours ago.. Bunny..” -Her chat nick? He’d seen oh god this was so embarrassing oh g- “Overtime means working after your shift, not starting it in the middle of the fucking night. Did you just lie to me?!”

Wow. She was dead. This was it. It was the end. Why’d she ever listened to J, he was an idiot. She should have just run. She was going to be ripped apart by this lanky asshole and it was all J’s fault for insisting he was nice underneath. She was going to haunt that green bitch for the rest of his life. Nothing left to lose now, she accepted with finality. Just be honest. He was either going to break her neck or not.

“I’m.. sorry.” She whispered, then continued as she realised with rising surprise that he was waiting to hear the rest.

“I was very late today and I just wanted.. to make sure I finished these edits for you for tomorrow. I don’t have the right tech in my quarters, it felt like the right thing to do was just stay here and get it done..”

Ari waited as the silence continued, swallowing tightly as she raised her eyes slowly, hoping for a positive reaction. He was quiet, still hovering above her and leaning heavy on the massive prosthetic still resting on her desk as he massaged the bridge of his nose with his human fingers, but his face had relaxed, his mouth no longer a tight grimace. He just looked.. sad, and tired, and like he was done with this.

“You’re Ariana, right?” he muttered through an exhale as he pressed his fingers tighter into the corners of his closed eyes under the glasses.

“Yes Tr-SIR! Sir. Ariana Ser-”

“I don’t care.”

She jumped slightly as the metal limb to her right lifted off the desk as he stood.

“I don’t care when you get the work done. It’s fine.” he sighed, voice rough and quiet.

“I don’t shift people late because I don’t want people here late, but you can stay till you get your shit done.”

His hand dropped to his side as he looked down at her, meeting her worried gaze over the frames of his glasses.

“..but don’t ever lie to me again. You’re here because Jameson recommended you, and as much as a pain in the ass as he can be, I trust Jameson. This is your one strike.”

She slowly felt the tension relax out of her joints as he turned and began to walk back towards his station, flopping down into the massive chair with a sigh as he raised his eyes to hers again.

“If he hadn’t, and you were anyone else and lied to me like that? …You’d be dead where you sat.”

Ari twisted her fingers between her hands nervously as he swiveled towards his monitors and began to type once more. How the hell had she survived that. How had that worked out when she’d been so close to getting the axe, figuratively and literally. She checked the chat app once more while beginning to settle back into a more comfortable position. Jameson was still offline, he was probably sleeping soundly through the most stress she’d had in years, typical.

Opening the editing software again, she began to work on the next clip in her log, painfully aware of typing as quietly as possible so as not to interrupt her new colleague.

As the minutes ticked by, she found herself relaxing slowly. The atmosphere stayed desperately tense, and the God King’s heavy silence punctuated each harsh snap of a key or frustrated sigh he made all the more as they continued to work together. Troy was noticeably on edge, fidgeting in the corner of her vision every now and then, tugging at the rolled shoulder of his sweater or trying to sweep his hair forward as if his appearance was upsetting him, making him feel awkward in some way.

He was angry with himself, more than anything. This was Jameson’s friend. This was his only friend’s closest companion, the person he described as a sister, and this was going to be her first experience of him?

He hadn’t meant to snap earlier. She’d just caught him so unprepared. No one was meant to be here tonight, he should have been able to get these final shots compiled and queued for upload in peace. Instead, he was sitting in the same room as someone he’d probably just terrified, trying to work while hyper aware he was out of character, and he hated being out of character around others. He didn’t even have his fucking hair done, he looked like a tool. This was not the kind of cringe he enjoyed, and he had no experience in how to deal with this situation.

Should he say something? He wasn’t sure, she probably didn’t want to talk to him anyway he worried, glancing over his shoulder at the back of her monitors, just able to make out her hands working away under them. Jameson would tell him to say something, but he didn’t know what that something should even be. What if he just made this worse. This wheedling grip of anxiety in his gut was one of Troy’s least favorite feelings. It was the kind of stupid, unmanageable worry that left your heart beating just a little too fast, your palm sweaty, it was horrible. He liked to be in control, always. Of everything, but especially himself. Feeling like a nervous child in his own damn editing office, where he had come to clear his mind tonight so he could possibly get some sleep later? It was bullshit, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and tapped his fingers against the empty coffee cup to his left, trying to focus on what he should say rather than how awkward the atmosphere was. “You.. uh..”

He winced to himself at how his voice caught in his throat. Great start, God King. Fuck. Get your act on!

“-Ahem- You know Jameson a long time, right?” He prompted, noting the sounds of her typing had stopped in response, and the slight squeak of leather behind him meant she had shifted in her seat.

“Yes sir...” Ari responded meekly, barely audible over the wall of monitors between them.

“Troy. Troy is ok right now. It’s not like there’s anyone else around, huh?” He called back, feeling his confident act begin to fall back into place as his practiced nonchalant speaking tone shifted over the tightness in his voice from a moment ago.

He felt the pull of a smirk at the corners of his mouth as he heard a soft breath of a laugh from Ariana, and the tension beginning to disperse from the room.

“Yes, si-Troy! Sorry. Troy.” She called back, louder this time, and he leaned back a little more comfortably into his seat. “Yeah we’ve known each other a long time!” She continued, voice tilting upwards in obvious excitement.

“We met on Helios, when we were kids.” Ari offered, noting the slight turn of the Holy Twin’s head towards her as he listened.

“Well I was a kid, he was a bit older, but we were in the same class in what passed for a school on that place. He didn’t have many friends his age I guess, and I had no friends at all, so he kind of just attached to me! You know how some people are just like that?” A quiet snort of agreement from the desk in front of her making clear that yes, Troy knew exactly what ‘kind of people’ Jameson was exactly like.

“We just adopted each other then.” She followed. “We’ve kind of always been together since. He talked too much, he said, and that I talked too little! He’s been trying to make me get better at that.. actually.. uhh..” she trailed off, feeling a rush of returned awkwardness in the fact she was currently monologuing at a deity who could rip in her two if she irritated him.  

He shifted further in his seat, turning far enough for her to catch the reflection of his monitors in his eye as he glanced back at her. “No, go on.” he encouraged reassuringly. “Kind of interesting to hear someone else’s opinion of the caustic tool for once.”

She caught the wolfish smirk before he turned back towards his screens, and felt a genuine smile of her own blossom in the relief that she wasn’t talking too much, he actually seemed to be enjoying this in some way. “Sure. Umm... Oh! We left Helios before everything went crazy up there, not long after all that shit happened with Jack. I think the COV was just starting up around then..” she mused for a moment, then let out a short laugh. “He’s my brother now I guess, and like you said before, he’s a pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything!” Ari chuckled, before excitedly continuing. “Oh man! Sorry, I-I mean, I don’t need to explain that, do I! I guess you of all people know all about that kind of feeling for someone like a sibling, right?”

Her smile faded as the seconds ticked by to no response, just the quick tapping of his fingers across the keys as he continued to work. That cold tension began to creep back into the air, and for a moment, she wondered if she really should have shut up earlier. “Where were you before Helios?” he prompted, voice controlled and tone unsettlingly blasé as he deftly opened up 3 more windows and dragged clips into them, his head subtly moving with his eyes as they shifted from file to file. “You clearly weren’t born there.”

The misdirection didn’t escape her, but she knew he was purposefully attempting to put her at ease by continuing the conversation, and it wasn’t a gesture she’d reject. “No, no I was born on Eden-6. I was there my whole childhood with my family before we all moved to-”

His raucous barking laugh interrupted her mid sentence, and she blanched, unsure of what she had said that was funny.

“Eden-6! Mannnnn!” he balked, hiccuping laughter rolling into a growling chuckle. “Dude, sucks for you, that place is a fuckin’ swampass shithole.”

He broke into laughter again, tilting his head back and running his hand back through the thick hair that she realised had been falling in front of his face this whole time, and Ariana saw red.

What the hell was funny about Eden-6? They were living on fucking Pandora by choice, and he calls Eden-6 a shithole? Seriously? She squeezed her fists shut and barely registered the bite of her long nails as they dug into her palms, completely aware she was losing the battle to keep quiet and not say something she’d regret.

“Wow. Funny. So what kind of up-its-own-ass wealthy bullshit homeworld did you come from?” Ari snapped back, before almost instantly reeling from how stupid an idea that outburst was.

She recoiled back into her chair as fear crept up her spine again, and felt her stomach drop even further as he slowly stood out of his seat, turning towards her.

His icy eyes met hers as he crossed the distance between their desks, half hooded and lazy above the rims of his glasses, maintaining their contact as he stopped in front of her monitors and calmly reached his prosthetic over before gently plucking the empty soda can off the desk beside her. She felt a wave of confusion as he turned with one last glare in her direction, before he began to walk towards the wall near the entrance door. She finally noticed he was carrying his coffee cup in the other hand. 

Oh.

He wasn’t going to kill her. He was just.. getting more drinks. For both of them it seemed, considering she could hear the hiss of the team’s coffee machine in the dark, and the quiet open and close of their small stocked fridge. Ari stared down at her hands in her lap, cringing with each step as she heard him approach, desperately embarrassed by her overreaction. 

She winced as she heard the clunk of the soft drink can he’d placed on the desk inches in front of her, and muttered a breathy “Sorry.”, still avoiding looking at him directly. The tap of his prosthetic’s finger on the rim of the can was a clear signal he wanted her to however, and she reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his, painfully aware of her flushed cheeks. 

“Don’t worry about it.” he chuckled, still looming over the rise of her monitors like a lanky predator eying up its next meal. “J said you were good at speaking your mind. I kinda appreciate that with the people I have here. Means the feedback I get is uhh” he raised his eyebrows as he thoughtfully looked to the side “.. actually useful at times.”

“Besides, you’re wrong anyway, little miss thinks-she-knows-shit.” he scoffed, smiling into his coffee as he sipped from the refilled cup, then letting his gaze shift afterwards from the hot drink back to the extremely confused Ariana. “I’m from a shithole too.”

It took her a second for what he’d said to really register, and then Ari laughed. Really laughed, deep from her guts in snorting, gasping bursts. A moment later, he joined her, and for the first time that night it was truly genuine from him, even if it was quiet and tired, and still a little awkward.

The pause after was comfortable, and he stalked back to his chair, slumping into it as he nursed his drink. She eyed the can he’d brought her, the exact same energy drink as what had been empty on her desk, and the realisation he had been paying such attention felt oddly flattering to Ariana, like warmth deep in her belly. She reached out and touched the can, only the sounds of Troy sipping his drink and the fans and quiet clicks of the machine components around them breaking the silence. It wasn’t something she was used to. She was used to not mattering enough to notice things about, and wasn’t sure how to really handle this feeling. It felt welcoming, but frightening. Like being on the precipice of something. Like change.

“By the way” he smoothly interrupted her thoughts as he called over to her “I’m here most nights, around this time. If, you know, you do prefer working late, just keep in mind I’ll be around too. Long as it doesn’t affect your work, I’m ok to share the editing room with you like this.”

Ari was unsure why exactly, but that did something to her. It was innocent, it was an olive branch of friendship, she knew, but the reaction was visceral. Her instincts kicked in once more and a thrill of cold ran up her spine, prompting her to stand quickly and finally attempt to take her leave, approaching his desk nervously to bid her farewell.

“Troy, um, God King, thank you! For.. the chat, it was .. fun?” she stammered while eying the exit door as he lazily watched from over his raised cup.

“I’ve finished the tasks you queued for me so I’m going to, um, go to sleep hahhh.” she laughed unconvincingly, wringing her hands together as she awkwardly sidestepped towards the door, slowly turning away from him as she edged closer to her escape.  

“Mmhm.. sure. Night.” he mused, cocking an eyebrow as he considered her with deep set interest, before continuing just as she reached towards the door controls.

"Oh, and Bunny?“ Troy drawled, watching as she stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face the editing chair he was draped over.

"Keep all of this - " He gestured lazily between them, and raised a finger to tap the frame of his glasses as he locked eyes with her over the lenses. "- to yourself."

"Being cute doesn't stop wolves from eating little rabbits alive... Understand?“

There was a pregnant silence as Ari parsed the threat, the roaring of her own pulse overpowering the background hum of the cooling fans thrumming in the darkness of the almost entirely empty editing room she was so close to escaping from.

"Yes... sir” she swallowed shakily “ I understand."

She winced at the streak of blue light that pierced the darkness when Troy's metallic canines caught the monitor's glow as his mouth split into a vicious grin.

"Good girl. Sleep tight then. Night night." the God King sneered through those sharp, sharp teeth...

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But Ariana didn’t sleep tight, and she spent all night trying to work out exactly why.

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Demon’s got a Hold on Me

This story is based on an rp from me and my lovely friend, @little-jester-adventures .Without spoiling anything - well I think the title already speaks for itself - this will be a ficlet featuring the Calypso twins, (my version of) Blackheart and the lovely OC of my friend, Elisa (thanks for the permission ♥). Later on it’s gonna get shippy, I promise. 

The inspiration for the prologue was; I am not me by Kongos 

Later I’ll post it on  AO3, too.

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Prologue - I am not me

Usually Tyreen was not afraid. Ever since her powers - Siren powers as she learned later - had gone mad (probably thanks to the opening of the vault) she basically had nothing and no one to fear. One  pointing of her left hand, one content sigh and one flaring of blue tattoos later everything that a threat left was a purple-black husk.

But there was one thing that always left her worried to the bottom of her heart. Her twin brother Troy. It was not easy being born as the twin of a powerful Siren. The doctors once said it was a miracle the boy had made it so far, so much damage did the power of his sister do to him.

They learned early to handle this tho. Not only Tyreen realised she could transfer the energy she leeched from others to her brother, but also the tall boy had learned to stay in the background.

And somehow Troy heard of the legendary stories of the vaults, realising that their past, their story was deeply tied within them. The vaults belonged to them. Slowly he came up with a plan - riling up his sister with the thoughts of being endlessly powerful, and maybe even immortal - how to get their hands on the power.

A cult.

It wasn't hard. The people -the bandits - of Pandora loved to believe in good stories. And the Calypso twins started to tell them a good one. Join the CoV, sacrifice yourself, get special powers! was just a little part of it. Within a few years they were able to unite all the bandits clans - people who likely killed each other by the sight of each other - under their flag.

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In the moment.

Tyreen was crying. She told him not to join, told him to stay in the background like he usually did. But Troy didn't listen. He had to come with them.

The raid went horribly wrong. Somebody had betrayed them. Told the targets the Calypso were arriving with the goal to obliterate the whole population of bandits. It ended up with Troy getting bruised and battered, so bad even his sister didn't know what to do.

Her healing powers were still not fully developed. She just hoped the medics in the stronghold could save him. They did everything they were able to. But it was hopeless.

This night Troy Calypso died.

The Siren stood next to his lifeless body, not even able to shed a tear anymore. Her brother was gone ... one moment and all the happiness of the past years was lost. With a sigh Tyreen took his left hand, holding it tight, tracing the tattoos on his biceps.

"If there's anything out there that could bring you back to me, I would do anything" she whispered and placed a gentle kiss on his hand before she let rest her forehead against it.

All she hoped for was a wonder. Just a small one. Even when she deep inside knew that hoping for a wonder was a fool's game.

*~*

Dantalion had enough. Enough of Hell, enough of the fact that the new King of Hell wasn't even half the age of him. Just because he was able to overthrow the Devil himself and take his place.

Well, said new King was the son of the Devil - known as Blackheart to the humans. And yet it didn't change the fact the powerful demon absolutely despised him.

In his eyes Blackheart was nothing more than a bad brat, privileged to be the Devil's direct offspring.

Dantalion made his decision. He left the Hell, wanting to have some fun with the humans. But at first - he needed a new body, to return to his full power.

And the one he just found seemed to be perfect.

*~*

The medics tried to get Tyreen away from her brother - it ended up in her widly thrashing around, crying, screaming. and almost clawing the man who brought her away. He let her fall the moment he could see her tattoos angrily flaring.

In the moment the Siren used her powers against the man he could only gasp before he dropped dead to the ground, leaving a husk behind. "DON'T. EVER. TOUCH. ME. AGAIN!" the Calypso girl screamed at the others who fearfully stepped back.

Distracted by the angered Siren neither she nor the medics realised something was happening in the room behind them.

Red marks appeared on the taller Calypso's arm and face, fiery glowing - and suddenly he gasped for air, opening his eyes and jolting up before he cried out in pain.

"FUCK!" he cursed and fell back onto the bed.

Meanwhile Tyreen calmed down a bit, still pointing at the medics, still warning them with glowing tattoos. And yet - all anger was gone and replaced by the sadness again when she entered Troy's room once more.

Until she realised that he was breathing heavily.

"Tr...Troy?" was the only thing she could get out - and her heart almost stopped the moment he opened his eyes and turned his head towards her.

"Hello little big sis"  he said, and the edges of his lips curled up into a smile.

Immediately Tyreen rushed to him. "Troy .. how. How is this possible? I can't believe it ... this ... this has to be a wonder! You ... you were dead ... I saw you dying ... but ..." she started to ramble, but the giant placed gently a finger on her lips to stop her.

"... I actually don't know. It's like someone saved me ..."

The Calypso girl just shook her head and hugged him. "I don't give a fuck what saved you ... all that counts is that I got my brother back ..."

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5 Free Plot Ideas: Accepting! And Here!

🌟 Vocatia: A deal about to go bad.  Real bad.  A young god queen attempting to convince the older matriarch to submit to her to join her family will only irritate Vocatia, as lucrative for both as the deal would go.  Vocatia bows to no one, so it’ll be a clash of pride versus pride.  The question remains of how it will end: a hail of bullets, a pile of empty shot glasses, or someone performing on one of the Sinful Bat’s many stages?

🌟 Torque, main universe: In his covered eyes, Mum is the only god queen and all other gods, goddesses, and their worshipers are best sacrificed for her glory and pleasure.  However, he would not recognized Tyreen at first: it’s not easy to see someone well out of the corner of your eye.  So she has some time to possibly convince him not to tear her limb from limb at first.

🌟 Torque, AU/possible branch of main universe: Torque is convinced to follow Tyreen and becomes one of her worshipers, for a time.  A giant is useful, incredibly useful.  And a psycho deeply brainwashed to follow a singular woman’s commands without question would make him a highly dangerous, yet fun, toy to play with. A great hint: CoV’s alliance with Maliwan means that they’re allied with a certain woman who had long abandoned the giant.  Her word commands his, so even if he loathes the Children of the Vault, he’ll follow regardless. (Though, as the timeline progresses, he will eventually break free, somehow)

🌟 FU, TZ, and ?????: The medic is quite important to the Kingdom, to the point she’s actually granted the codes to let non-Mikes inside for her studies.  The blue clones love stupid things, violence, and strong personalities: depending on the content of her and Troy’s livestreams they probably have a lot of fans there already.  This is a longer plot, different points could reflect the growing influence of the Calypso twins through the Kingdom; as they gain control they’ll earn the ire of TZ (they probably already have it as they seem a lot more popular than him online) but most notably the Kingdom’s former hero awaiting to make her triumphant return. 

🌟 Rictus: Poor Rictus gets confused for a siren fairly often and dumb, but lucky, bandits could manage to capture him and drag him into the Calypso’s lair, hopeful for some reward.  However weird he is, Rictus is not a siren, attempts to separate him from his tentacles would fail (they are a physical part of him, after all).  Rictus would eventually figure out how to escape, or eventually someone would come to his rescue, but there could be plenty of useful conflict generated there.  Or she’ll discover that despite being blind, Rictus is a decent cameraman.

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Chapters: 8/12 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso, OC: Dr. Calvin Black Additional Tags: Tyreen Calypso POV, Troy Calypso POV, Troyreen, dramady, relationship drama, Consensual Adult Incest, Twincest, the OC is not for romantic purposes, graphic medical content, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Squick, Childhood Trauma, references to pregnancy complications and loss, Tyreen being Tyreen, but they do actually work on their problems, Toilet humor, mild drug use, Chickens, mono no aware, Yes Really, Pre-Canon, Pre-CoV, PIV Sex, Period Sex, Squirting, Female Masturbation, Tyreen fantasizing about another woman, oh and, cream pies, you can blame Wat_Are_Dis for the cream pies Summary:

Now that everything's done going to hell, the Calypso Twins try to heal and sort themselves out. No, it doesn't go according to either of their plans.

Direct sequel to Satellite, but that story gets summarized within the first two pages.

Updated 5/25/2021: in which Tyreen mopes, Troy overshares about their childhood and Dr. Black gets a sneeze of backstory.

I’m really chuffed at how the lore from Sepulchre came out filtered through the twins instead of Leda.  And why no! This isn’t the extent of that happening in this story.

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Chapters: 4/12 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso, OC: Dr. Calvin Black Additional Tags: Tyreen Calypso POV, Troy Calypso POV, Troyreen, dramady, relationship drama, Consensual Adult Incest, Twincest, the OC is not for romantic purposes, graphic medical content, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Squick, Childhood Trauma, references to pregnancy complications and loss, Tyreen being Tyreen, but they do actually work on their problems, Toilet humor, mild drug use, Chickens, Sap by YMMV, mono no aware, Yes Really, Pre-Canon, Pre-CoV, PIV Sex, Period Sex, Squirting, Female Masturbation, Tyreen fantasizing about another woman, oh and, cream pies, you can blame Wat_Are_Dis for the cream pies Summary:

Now that everything's done going to hell, the Calypso Twins try to heal and sort themselves out. No, it doesn't go according to either of their plans.

Direct sequel to Satellite, but that story gets summarized within the first two pages.

Updated 5/11/2021. That's definitely not it for the heavy medical content or the emotional Troy whump, but if you're in the mood for those things, here's some for a Tuesday afternoon.

>>> Revised the first two chapters and the chapter count.  Most of the rest will be short, bookended with longer sexitiems.  Also, wistful Troy FTW.  

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Spiraling To Meet Me - Bordertober

Tonight: Tyreen v. other people.  Framed as her dealing with massive spoilers from Satellite.  Contains: blood, gore, death, referenced suicide, medical stuff and... [see tags]

The first person she ever met, she killed.

He was dying.  There wasn’t anything she could do to save him.  He went into her as a flash of syrup and heat.  She’s never been sure how she recognized him as a he in the brief moment she knew him through her mother’s skin.

He left her dizzy with delight as she sprawled there in Leda’s sandy glass remains and the air coral rattled against the rift of sky in the temple roof.

Troy, too stunned and hurt to cry, rattled too.

*

She told Dad: “I didn’t mean to!”

It was kind of true.  She didn’t mean all of it.  Mama was dying, same as a manta gored in a trap.

That part, she meant.

The little fish just hadn’t realized Leda was dead.  Tyreen got him with the rest.

She hadn’t had any idea before he evaporated in her leech.  

*

Nobody else realized.  There was no crystal clump of sand that gave away what Tyreen had done.  Or if there was, no one noticed while they carried Mama out of temple in buckets and bottles.  She never saw it, anyway.  She just climbed up the toppled stones along the path that one more time, remembering not to eat the very small larvae and worms because they could still become big things, and then there could be more.

She also still licked her lips when she thought about him.  Maybe she couldn’t have touched him, but she could have heard him, seen him, smelled him when he was just born and still wet.

Instead she ate him and he was gone except for this vague sense memory that crawled around on her tongue and the bottom of her own belly.

*

She didn’t stay away from the grave like Dad.  Mama wasn’t there.

She didn’t go to the grave after midnight like Troy.  Troy said Mama wasn’t there.

Sometimes when the storms roiled over the valley, she listened the air coral shuddering in the wind.  Her mouth watered and she balled her marked hand into a fist.  

Having another baby wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world.  No, that was clearly her trying to prove as much to herself reading books out of the medical suite that made her blush and cringe.

She was supposed to be stronger than blushing and cringing.

She realized though that she might have been biased when it came to what was and was not awful about pregnancy.  She had never not eaten for two.

*

She wouldn’t say she met anybody from her family.  They were always just there, until Mama wasn’t.  Dad tasted rich, Mama stale as recycled air.  Troy held no flavor or sensation outside of his bone-leaf skin and skittering pulse.  

Oh, she tried to eat him too.  Just once with any seriousness.  What if all of her brothers tasted that delicious? 

Tyreen wrapped her arms and her leech around him, pouring herself against his body and begging him to slosh back, fill her instead of the other way around.  

Instead, she drained into him, slow and crystal damp, even though she hardly had enough to share.

“It’s OK,” he told her, gently scratching at her fingers.  “We can go outside again soon.  You won’t have to be hungry.”

Back on the couch, Dad laughed at something on his old video screen.  

*

Troy had put on one of the old, airy tracks that Mama had liked to play after dark in the summer.  He was trying to sing with it and maybe Tyreen had tried a little bit too.  At least, she was whistling along under her breath when— 

“Boy, you shut that off!” And a crash so sharp and musical Tyreen thought at first it must have come from the speakers.

She peered into the front room to find Troy rattling against the wall.  One of the good drinking glasses oozed down the wall.  

Tyreen cleaned it up without complaining and Troy vanished, same as the liquor vapors.

*

She put her marked hand down beside Dad’s head.

He startled awake, stared up at her, tried to smile.

“Throw anything at Troy again I’ll do to you what I did to Mama.”

She doesn’t remember what he said to her, besides calling her Starlight.  That might have been all it was in the end.

Tyreen stalked off.  Her heart slammed in her chest and her joints felt all slippery.

It had taken her days to decide to say anything.  It wasn’t on impulse like hunting or dodging or staying up way too late watching video clips of little fish fetuses kick.  

She guessed she just didn’t care about Troy in that particular impulsive way what would have let her subsume him.  It wasn’t like he was any good at hunting, after all.

When she got to Mama’s grave, she spit up and coughed.  She didn’t cry.  Crying was dumb.

Nobody followed her to ask if she’d shed anymore teeth or eaten anymore brothers.

And they wouldn’t know any of those things unless she told them.

*

Years passed before the one time she almost did.  Troy was in a bad way, feverish and unsteady on his feet.  She half-carried him to the bathhouse and heated the water up as high as it would go while she stripped him since he couldn’t seem to get his clothes off himself.  They climbed into the water together and talked about Keats for a while.  He said she looked different.  Tyreen laughed at him for taking so long to notice.  Then she untied his hair and pressed him against her chest, both of their hearts cranking in the swell of warmth from the water.  She rested her hand on his empty shoulder as his breath tickled her skin.

“You ever get lonely?” she asked.  It seemed like it might be kind of an OK leadup.

“Yeah,” he answered.  “I don’t even know what I’d do with another person ‘round here.  How about you?”

“Me? What? No.  No of course not.”

The next part should have been I’m stuck with you, aren’t I?

But Tyreen said nothing.

*

The second person she met, she killed.

And the third.

And the fourth.

And all the rest.  There were nine Maliwan researches altogether and Troy only got one, the one that grabbed him.  The guy looked like he was feeling Troy up to Tyreen.  Mostly, he pissed her off.

She wouldn’t have liked to have eaten him .  Instead, she sang through the rest, sucking them down.  The living bruise underneath her skin had them in gushes of fear and the kissed-out brightness of their wonder.  Some were savory, others liquid tart.  When they were all gone, she twisted on the toes of her boots and went down.

The rain stirred over her and the mud.  She thrilled with what she’d gotten from them, flavors and memories of screams and not wanting so hard her mouth water.  Actually, it was hardly damp, at least before Troy came around and tried to get her to stop laughing by tickling her feet— what a dumb thing to try, but it worked.

They knelt together in the rain, surrounded by strangeness and dead bodies made of sand.

*

It took hours to stash and secure their booty.  They could only carry so much at one time, so they took the silliest, prettiest things like rings and name tags and somebody’s pocket knife that wouldn’t have been useful for trimming even tiny pieces of air algae, but it was new.

They hiked back over storm-slippery stones, hardly five sentences between them on the way.

It was when the lucernae on Mama’s grave came into view that the slippery twinge surfaced in her joints.  Tyreen paused, scenting the air out of instinct.  There was only home and water.  Her hand went to her neck and she sighed.

No, something else fought to surface.  Probably just her hunger returning.

She wondered, if only for a moment: what if she hadn’t eaten the intruders? What would she be doing now?

Talking or waiting or something.  She wouldn’t have a new pocketknife.

*

Tyreen set the imaging equipment to warm up.  Troy had taken a sharp blow to the belly and they needed to make sure nothing in him had popped.

The control console had broken a long time ago, and they’d patched the general computer in with some old optical cable.  That meant that anything they tried to read out of the databanks and not existed would show.

Tyreen realized she’d been the last person in the medical suit and she’d left a rather gruesome birth video cued up. 

Troy, leaning sideways on the table said though, “Oh.  My bad.  I was just thinking about...” He yawns.  “Stuff.”

“Yeah? I mean, whatever.  It’s a thing that happens, right, killer?” And she laughs, trying to stifle the crash in her heart.

*

The third or fourth person she meets on Pandora is a barkeeper who asks her name and how she takes her whiskey.  Tyreen  sits at the side of the bar, dazed and trying not to smile.  She’s pretty sure the whiskey she gets isn’t whiskey at all.  Anyway, it doesn’t smell like Dad’s, but it is in a real glass lowball and it makes her lips sting.

She thinks she should wait for Troy to get out of the can, but if she takes a sip herself he can’t ask her to toast.

She drums her fingers on the fine chips along the bottom and remembers.

“Yes?” says the bartender.

“Huh? Yes, what?”

“You look like you’re a million miles away.”

Tyreen cranes her head to the side.  That’s a Troy question.  Not a... random person question.

Right?

Right.

Besides, then she has to go and add, “Haven’t named the little guy yet.” She jerks her thumb to the calico bundle in an old apple crate.  “Was gonna wait till he turns three months.  Never know around here.  But hey, now I never have to be lonely again.” She laughs.

Tyreen presses her fists to her knees.  She will not blush.  She will not cry.  She won’t say yes of course that’s what it is, because it is a flickering tender place.

Part of her wants to eat this woman and her son.

But it takes more of her self-control than she’d like just to keep her face steady, just to think.  “Oh, I get it.”

Fuck.

Tyreen smiles.

“Does he like music? I could go for some tunes.”

“Sure.  What kind?”

“After dark in the summer.”

Apparently, that’s a fine enough answer.  Troy comes back to the bar to find her gone in her glass and a softly thudding baseline.

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So What? - Bordertober

More Dr. Black & Troy silliness.  Talk of Troyreen, but nothing graphic... unless you count the grits.

Troy stroked the back of his sister’s hand.  She shivered despite the heat on her skin, and he held her tight through it, all the long instants that it lasted.  He reached up and smoothed her damp forehead after.  “She was doing better.  I thought she might be OK.  Then she got all limp while we were on the road.  Now this.  She was joking with me, right? I didn’t dream that.”

Dr. Black patted his back.  “Now.  Don’t start.”

He looked over her way— even seated, he was taller than her.  “I know I kinda lost it a little.”

“Well, yes.”

He didn’t feel shame over the fact he’d ranted and raved at Dr. Black the whole first fifteen minutes he’d known her.  For starters, he still didn’t remember that part, only what happened after she’d given him soda slush and a hit of anti-anxiety meds.  He felt a weird sort of comfortable that they’d rushed everything complicated out of the way.  He was though still painfully worn out.  

“And passed out.  Anyway, understandable even before your little story.  Which was not funny at all and I protest.” Dr. Black wagged her finger at him.

“We have different senses of humor.  And Ty, she...” 

“People don’t heal in straight lines.  It isn’t just you.”

“Right, right.”

“Now, she needs sleep and you need food.  Don’t give me that look.”

Troy, unsure of what look she’d meant, straightened his face out into a blase sort of smile.

It got her to huff as she turned for one last look at the monitors, which she checked against her ECHO before tossing him the receiver for the bedside monitor.  

It had a slot to clip it into a phone or an ECHO.  Troy possessed neither.  He slid it into his pocket.  “I’m not that hungry.”

“I can fix that.” Nodding, Dr. Black grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him out of her operating theater towards one of her med lockers.  She might have been kind of abrupt the way she insisted on touching him, but she had a deftness in her curious crone-hands and she hadn’t dumped him onto the floor yet.  

Presently, she extracted a vape pen from a box marked with pot leaves.  “Take a good hit off of that.”

Troy did.  He put the pen in his pocket too, figuring it was his now.  It tasted baby mild and bit sweet.  It also made him cough as Dr. Black brought him into her kitchen.

The space would have seemed old Terran country kind of homey to most people, but to Troy it seemed overwrought and crowded.  He found the ceramic chickens on top of the fidge especially disconcerting, and so tried to keep his attention on Dr. Black as she bustled about, inspecting her cupboards.  None were empty, though that was definitely a set of jumper cables and a giant bag marked “Lie LYE DAMMIT” in the one, as opposed to any food.  

“Hmm.  Cream of wheat, girts or toast?” she asked.

Troy blinked at her.  People asking him what he wanted to eat? He still wasn’t used to that, not at all.  “I like grits,” he said.

“Me too.  Grits it is.  And coffee, military-style.” The coffee turned out to have been made some time ago, recirculating through the percolator since however long that had been.  It was now black and oily.  Dr. Black served him a giant mug accompanied by a pound bag of creamer granules.  

Troy was perfectly happy with this turn of events, though he did sniff the creamer before applying any.  “You remembered.”

“I sure did.” Having giggled, Dr. Black set about making the grits.  She measured nothing to do this, and moved as though she should have been humming, though she stayed very quiet.  She was that light on her toes despite not being light at all otherwise.  The water boiled and she dumped in half a canister, whisking furiously until the mixture began to spit and got covered for its trouble.  Satisfied, she whacked the pan on the burner, then returned to Troy.

Who she poked in the temple.  ”Ehh! What’s going on in there?”

“Too much.” Troy sighed. 

“Well, for the record, after some of what you told me? I’d be concerned if you weren’t having sex with Tyreen.  Does that take care of some of it?” Despite the utter audacity of that remark, she made it with a sort of sympathy too uncomplicated to be easily put on.

Still— “Seriously?

“You’re clearly both sensuous people.  You’d be miserable if you weren’t.”

“And she can’t touch anybody else.”

“Oh.  Right.  Is it weird I keep forgetting that part? Hmm, yeah, it probably is.”

”You’re OK with this?” Troy slid into a laugh.

Dr. Black joined him, shrugging.  “I told you, I prefer interesting patients.  A boy siren who’s schtupping his sister? Sign me up!”

“W-we only did it like twice, you know,” he ended up insisting, trying to clear the thought from the air.  “I’m not even sure if she wants to keep going with that. She’s not in a great place to ask right now anyway and...”

“You’re blushing.”

“So what? I just really love her, OK?” Though he felt he was stating the obvious there, there was something freeing about making the point in his own uncomplicated words and to someone who wasn’t themself Tyreen.

Speaking of whom, the monitor in his pocket groaned.  He pulled it out and checked the indicator lights.  Apparently, the thing was bi-directional.  And it had been on for a while.  

“Troy?” Came a faint voice.

“I’m here.  You OK?”

“Ugh.  Kinda.  Anyway, you’d better do me again.  You’d better, or I’ll fucking eat you.  Got it?”

“Got it.  I’ll be back soon.  You sleep some more if you can.” He blew a kiss against the mic before he flipped the thing to listen mode and set it aside by the coffee.

He also went to ask Dr. Black if he could maybe eat in the operating theater.  However, he found her with her fists balled up close to her mouth, her eyes sparkling, and a faint keening noise rising from her chest.

Of course the first person he told was into them as a couple.

Of course.

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Funny Story - Bordertober Fic

Something a little lighter today | More good stuff in #bordertober !

So, this OC showed up briefly in Sampaguita.  I had some intention of writing a story between Satellite and that, but... it didn’t pan out.  I’ve now re-used all of the amusing dialogue, she’s not going anyplace.  I can’t believe I had to fill in a doctor for a character who’s demonstrably unwell... 

Anyway, enjoy.  Quite a bit of medical stuff in this one.  Takes place a day or two after Satellite, but is fairly self-explanatory.  I wouldn’t really say spoilers either given that it doesn’t touch on either of the big reveals.

Troy toppled back into consciousness to the alarming visual of sliding something long and sharp into Tyreen.  Part of him went not again with this heatstroke shit.  He’d tripped through that off and on for the past... He didn’t know.  His sense of time was shot.  He had to tell himself he’d already done that.  Done the thing.  Stuck an IV catheter into his sister’s arm.

Then somebody’d told him: “Second try! Good job!”  He’d been trying to explain that he’d done this before, showing Tyreen how to handle him if anything happened.  

Like it had.  Just not to him.

Everything between the Neuron Spectres and the catheter flooded back to him, jumbled and headachy too bright.  Strange— he didn’t even have a twinge of one.  Stranger still—waking up with a start only to realize he was someplace more or less comfortable. 

He was down to his shorts somewhere under a collection of mismatched sheets.  He also had his own IV.  The bag appeared to be plain fluids, but he couldn’t speak to anything which might have been added down the line.  He didn’t quite fit on the gurney he’d been given, so his feet rested on a metal cart.  They were bare, greasy with ointment and bandages.  

It puzzled him that he hadn’t woken up sooner.  The geodesic skylight above was full of blue sky and mirrors on some of the most complicated armature rigging he had ever seen.

“It’s supposed to work like an old-school operating theater.  I’m kinda retro like that.” Something twangy and forced crept through the woman’s voice.  “Anyway, good morning, string bean.” 

Right.  The doctor.  She was... small.  He remembered that,  Also, somewhere behind him, clicking on a console.  “String bean?” Troy muttered.

“Well, you didn’t tell me what your name was before you conked out.  But apparently she’s Tyreen?” Two more clicks, and one of the mirrors turned out from the others, reflecting the corner of a second bed.

Troy twisted to his left.

His sister remained dead to the world.  She’d been placed in a somewhat more proper hospital bed, a monitor flashing silently away beside her.  The doctor had put her hair in a medical cap for the time being and she had two bags in her IV to Troy’s one.  Tubes trickled out of her onto a bag rail on the far side of her sheets.

“Ty!”

“Hush, she’s stable,” said the doctor.  “I wouldn’t have sewn her up yet even if I could, you know, touch her.  She needs to drain.” 

“Ah.  Yeah.  I get that.  Had it done before a couple times.” Troy went to lift his arm over his face.  With lines in the way, this didn’t work at all.

Besides, somebody rolled over on a metal stool, bumping the back of the gurney and reaching around to point at him with a sound, first below his navel, then to the right side of his chest and finally leaving the cold metal circling his scars.  “Here, here annnd here, right?”

“Had a lot in my shoulder.  More than ten.” Troy sighed.  “Your name’s Dr. Black and the guy in town said you’d even work on Psychos.”

“That’s me,” Dr. Black, in fact, clapped over this.  “It’s something to do.  You’re not a Psycho though, are you? What are you? I wonder...” A thwack with the sound followed.

That was getting annoying fast.  Troy gave it a half-hearted shove.  “Me too.  Shit, I just...”

“You have really weird toes.  Do they bother you?”

“That’s what you’re asking about?”

“It took me an hour to clean them up, so yes.  Yes, I am.” She finally rolled around where he could see her.  She seemed familiar, but still somehow wasn’t quite what he expected.  Small, yes.  Sporting  disastrous springs of dyed red curls, also yes.  Her pudgy face wasn’t quite straight.  When she pursed her lips, they tilted sideways.  And she had the hands of a crone twice her age and half her weight, the veins like knotty bruises.  “By the way, you’re currently missing most of your toenails.” 

“It’s fine.” He sighed again and managed most of a smile.  “I’m Troy.  Wanna hear a funny story?”

“Yes,” replied Dr. Black.  She scooted further down the side of his bed, propped her elbow on the rail and wiggled as she waited.  

Troy’s story? Not actually funny: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24200143/chapters/58293010

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Not Rhack Wednesdays! On Thursday [12] - Barn Burner Edition

Not that there’s anything wrong with Rhack, but variety is the spice of life!

To start off with there are two new chapters of @raidbossmadi 's Jurassic Park poly spectacular The New Normal and they will made you laugh, cry, throw things. All the good stuff you read fanfic for!

...actually, I just realized they're all twofers this week...

Because @darkmagicdrag0n has two new installments of Queen With No Crown up here and also here. God king of Pandora? I was not aware that the waste planet head a hierarchy, even so, who would want to rule it? Well, the twins and some cool OCs, that's who.

And finally, not only does @jaymonsterthecanaryprince have something fascinating cooking here that's full of Troy-based medical content and Dr. Poppy (hearts), who called for the sequel to "Flying Blind", because here's your delicious (NSFW) Troyreen order!

We also have FANART incoming.

@michellespenscratchz did this lovely render of Troy and Wyn from @wataredis 's Gambitverse and @kingcharon also brought the Gambitverse art with Vael... followed by Vael with Troy. And my awesome splash images.

If you’d like your fic featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack (well, and you have to ask).  Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus.  Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.

I have something going live tomorrow. It's awful and I really hope you like it!

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Sepulchre - Conclusion

>>> Story: Read The Tags | CH1 | CH2 NSFW | CH3 Little NSFW + Medical Content | CH4 NSFL | CH5 Medical Content | Epilogue >>>>> Music: Ambient & Retrowave

Events leading up to and immediately after the birth of the Calypso Twins: a love story and a story about Leda and Typhon, though I wouldn’t call it a love story about Leda and Typhon. Inspired by “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius”, Bianca by Guido Crepax and those “naughty” fairy tale anthologies from the 90’s.

...you know, I set out to write 5k of reference backstory. Oops.

If that was your jam, I do have a story about Troy's childhood and a story about Tyreen's childhood which do fall under 5k, plus, you know, a whole AU hanging out on AO3.

I also put the author's note under the cut. Thanks for reading, everyone!

So, that’s my headcanon post.

Otherwise known as “Sepulchre”. It’s also another grimy Borderlands fic. It was inspired by “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius”, Bianca by Guido Crepax and those books of “sexy” fairytale retellings they used to print in the 90s. It was motivated by the fact I got myself into this situation where I couldn’t go any further forward in Grimeverse without solidifying some of the lore. Or, as I put it to a friend “meat tenderized the lore in”.

I hate lore. Can’t I just tell a damn story? I am, fundamentally, always in it for the story first. Then making people cry and/or throw things. You may ask what the hell I’m doing in Calypso-based Blands fandom if I hate making up lore, and the answer is, extreme LSS, lol oops. But I’m not just making the best of it. I’m having a great time and have met a lot of wonderful people. So many wonderful people, I’ve chosen to thank all of them personally rather than run this author’s note into quadruple digits. You are all lovely people. Thank you so much for all you do: reading, writing, commenting, cracking jokes and helping my old ass learn to draw. I painted wisteria, you guys. Wisteria! It was awful.

Anyway, “Sepulchre” is made of equal parts of things I’ve always known are true for this AU, things I had to decide while I was working and things I had no reason not to make true. It grew out from the scene of Typhon finding the twins still alive after he’d left them to die of exposure.

Yes, that’s been a fact this entire time. No, the twins don’t know and they’ll probably never find out. Leda never knew in the same way Typhon will never learn the twins aren’t his.

Things That Were Always True: Typhon’s ability to find Vaults being based on a streak of Teela Brown-esque luck, the thing with Sirens having people drawn to them, Sirens being subspace entities from another dimension, Tyreen having been born with exomphalos. Actually, if you squint, that last one is implied in Satellite.

Things I Had To Decide: the Rosette orbit since the timeline for settling Pandora felt like it was on fast forward up close, just how morally gray Leda happened to be, the details of Typhon’s lousy childhood + realizing I was going to have to be at least a little sympathetic towards him in spite of everything (dammit he ended up being fun to write), the whole thing about the poppies, the thing that Typhon apparently has some sort of reproductive issue, the kennings and Aspects for the other Sirens.

Things I Had No Reason Not To Do:

Mauser_Frau: unless it would make you happy that Ty is her own other parent 'cause it costs $0.00 for me to mention that little Tyreen looks eerily like her and then Troy's what Leda would be like as a boy so basically Typhon wasn't involved and that's par weird for me XD

WAD was here: Ummm...is it weird that I want the Yuri thing to be your canon? XDDD Please make that the canon, that's badass! Also HAHAHAHA FUUUUUUCK YOU TRASH MAN!

WAD was also responsible for the Eridium cravings. More to the point, I went ahead and did that. And it wasn’t a hallucination or altered state. It just was and now I know somebody who OTPs them. Sweet.

Once again, thank you for reading. If you’ve got an inclination, please do let me know your favorite part. I’ll see you next time.

Because there are next times. Look what all of your enthusiasm has wrought.

Besides the wisteria, I mean.

[mauserfrau]

A Very Merry Christmas From Mau (I’m So Sorry).

Borderlands 3 Fandom: but what if the Calypso Twins made a FRIEND on Pandora and they got Redemption Arcs and drank tea?

Me: What if Grimeverse? Where their childhood is both much better and much worse than advertised, Tyreen is a predator wearing a somewhat convincing human suit, Troy’s falling apart and the seams and the year or two they spent bumming around Pandora before starting the CoV out of spite made them even worse people. Oh and Troy might actually be magic.

I didn’t set out to write long-form Calypso Twins backstory, but here we are.  I love this fandom and its need to make everything bigger and better than it already was (mileage for BL3 varies).  So, here’s my contribution.  It’s awful.  List of stuff to read and listen to under the cut.  Please note that I write for an adult audience.

Not sure if you like the cut of my jibe? Headcanon post. Here for my playlists? Troy and Tyreen on Youtube. Troy is “thoughtful”, Tyreen is “restless”.

Some works listed are in-progress, but for the holidays this year, I’d especially like to offer these three intertwined stories about the twins and their relationships with their parents.

* Spells T+ | Troy on Leda and his illness | Medical content/Serious illness.

* Spiraling To Meet Me M | Tyreen grieving Leda | Medical content, gore and attempted suicide.

* Sunt Lacrimae Rerum T+ | Both Twins and their relationship with their father | Child abuse.

Also currently running in the Nekrotafeyo portion of the backstory are The Severing Sound & Eyeshine.  The first is a fairly innocent story about the twins out hunting, and the second describes them handling a technical malfunction on their ship.

Other stuff I’d like to cover for that timeframe includes what happened when they were born, how Tyreen experiences her Siren-nature and them arguing over their imaginary friend.  Yes, really.  Is there a piece of info you’d like but don’t think you’ll get in that list? I’ll take a shout out/ask/random DM in the middle of the night.  

Don’t want none of that? Here’s my Borderlands bookmark list, which is half smut and half giant AUs.

[mauserfrau]

Chapters: 6/12 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso, OC: Dr. Calvin Black Additional Tags: Tyreen Calypso POV, Troy Calypso POV, Troyreen, dramady, relationship drama, Consensual Adult Incest, Twincest, the OC is not for romantic purposes, graphic medical content, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Squick, Childhood Trauma, references to pregnancy complications and loss, Tyreen being Tyreen, but they do actually work on their problems, Toilet humor, mild drug use, Chickens, mono no aware, Yes Really, Pre-Canon, Pre-CoV, PIV Sex, Period Sex, Squirting, Female Masturbation, Tyreen fantasizing about another woman, oh and, cream pies, you can blame Wat_Are_Dis for the cream pies Summary:

Now that everything's done going to hell, the Calypso Twins try to heal and sort themselves out. No, it doesn't go according to either of their plans.

Direct sequel to Satellite, but that story gets summarized within the first two pages.

Updated 5/18/2021. Now with even more chickens, hair washing and Tyreen sexually harassing a delivery guy.

[mauserfrau]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso, OC: Dr. Calvin Black Additional Tags: Tyreen Calypso POV, Troy Calypso POV, Troyreen, dramady, relationship drama, Consensual Adult Incest, Twincest, the OC is not for romantic purposes, graphic medical content, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Squick, Childhood Trauma, references to pregnancy complications and loss, Tyreen being Tyreen, but they do actually work on their problems, Toilet humor, mild drug use, Chickens, mono no aware, Yes Really, Pre-Canon, Pre-CoV, PIV Sex, Period Sex, Squirting, Female Masturbation, Tyreen fantasizing about another woman, oh and, cream pies, you can blame Wat_Are_Dis for the cream pies, and a large portion of the Troyreen fandom for the twins', Pregnancy Kink, you people are wonderful, and it's my pleasure to bake you bread Series: Part 2 of Grimeverse: The Satellite Arc Summary:

Now that everything's done going to hell, the Calypso Twins try to heal and sort themselves out. No, it doesn't go according to either of their plans.

Direct sequel to Satellite, but that story gets summarized within the first two pages.

Concluded 6/11/2021. And there we go! That's the joke!